What is life without a broken frame?
Buried letters
It'll never change
I wish they were my own
I saw the grave of a memory
Blinded pictures are the enemy
If only they were shown
And now she blooms
My yellow rose
I will not cry until my yellow rose comes home
I will not mourn this day because I know she's not alone
She closed her door
Before you know it
She never held me
Family has never meant more to me than right now of your memory
But all I feel
Is a hole completely empty
And what's left of you
Will always be loved by me
I remember a moment
I must have shown it
You lived to breathe and died for me
She has become the epitome of my awakened dreams
I never knew you
But I know so clearly
Aunt Alice
I love you so dearly
I will not cry until my yellow rose comes home
I will not mourn this day because I know she's not alone
I will not cry until my yellow rose comes home
I will not mourn this day because I know she's not alone
I will not cry until my yellow rose comes home
I will not mourn this day because I know she's not alone